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He Bi kept his hands on the hilt of the sword, for fear that the white horse would fly away if he accidentally crossed the gap.

He was not interested in the flowers, red willows, green warblers, warblers, and swallows on both sides. Walking behind Zhuo Zangfeng, he had a strange illusion, as if every time the sword hanging from his waist trembled, the young man in front of him would make some kind of decision.

This white horse, which has followed him for decades, can't feel his greeting, can't feel his vitality, He Bikong even doubts that the next time he encounters a powerful opponent, can his mind control this sword?

Probably the eagle boiler saw that the eagle he boiled out did not listen to the command, but fell on the shoulders of others, and this is the mood.

Further ahead, a quiet small building is revealed in front of the door, the flowers and shadows are swaying in front of the door, and the bluestone paving on the ground may have just been dragged and washed, and there are still water stains left on it, so clean that people can't bear to step on it.

Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't help but glance inside, only to see a flower pond inside, the pond is full of flowers, winding corridors, small bridges and flowing water, it is like a beautiful garden.

However, under such a beautiful spring day, a young man with a long knife on his back stood by the pool, looking up at the small building in front of him, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Isn't this Lu Wuxian? Could it be that he also likes this land of wind and moon? Zhuo Zangfeng simply stopped and looked at him.

Looking at him, it seems that he has been standing there for some hours, why is there no one to receive him? Thinking of his shabby clothes, the snobbery of the Qinglou bustard's mother naturally won't take him in his eyes, Zhuo Zangfeng thought that maybe he couldn't get the money, so he paced in.

Lu Wuxian heard someone approaching behind him, but he didn't look back, still maintaining that posture.

Zhuo Zangfeng and He Bikong approached the courtyard, and a bustard mother in her fifties immediately greeted her, with a flattering smile on her face, "Childe is also here to watch the sword dance?" This time, only twelve sons of the family were invited, and they all carried generous gifts, otherwise they would not have had the opportunity to meet. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng knew that she was vaguely explaining her worth, but since she came, although she didn't bring much silver taels, she still had to see this excitement.

"Silver is not a problem. Then he looked at Lu Wuxian and asked, "Why is this son unreceiving?"

The bustard's mother's fat face, which was originally smiling and not smiling, immediately sank, "He can't take out the silver, so naturally he can't enter." Everyone knows that we Xiaoxiao is a performer and does not sell herself, and she will never meet any guests alone, as long as she dances the sword, there will be at least twenty spectators, which is the old rule. ”

These words aroused Zhuo Zangfeng's interest, and he thought that such a woman was extremely rare! I don't know if it was out of the mud and not stained, or pretending to be elegant?

There is a kind of sword dance popular in the brothel of the Qinglou in the Tang Dynasty, and the Qing people dance with the sword and dance steps, which is generally coordinated by four people. The woman's graceful and agile figure is fascinated and lingering under the sword light and strange rhythm in the sky.

Zhuo Zangfeng said coolly: "Let him in, the silver will naturally be indispensable to you." ”

When the bustard's mother saw that someone had contributed money for the shabby boy and had an extra income, she naturally would not refuse, and hurriedly called out an eighteen or nineteen-year-old maid to lead the three of them into the backyard.

Lu Wuxian had already recognized Zhuo Zangfeng, and only nodded slightly at his generosity, which was regarded as a thank you, and left first.

Through a moon-shaped door, the eyes are more open, a small pavilion is built in the middle of a pool of clear water, four pillars of big red paint on the side of the pavilion, in the middle of the pavilion is a round white marble block, the winding path is secluded, the small pavilion is connected with a circle of corridors around it, there are tables, chairs and benches placed below, many young men in Chinese clothes, rich businessmen and so on are sitting under the corridor to taste wine and talk.

Lu Wuxian quietly walked over, picked up the most remote place and sat down, and didn't seem to see the wine and fruits on the table. His eyes were fixed on the empty pavilion, as if waiting for the arrival of the sword-dancing Qingqi people.

Zhuo Zangfeng and He Bikong also sat down solemnly, and just threw the silver ingot given to him by Mo Ya to the bustard mother anyway. Seeing that the other party was leaving, he looked at the wine in front of him at this moment, regardless of whether it was good or bad, he poured a glass for He Bikong first, and then poured himself full.

Under the corridor opposite, there are several rich and noble children, full of oily mouths, and under the corridor not far from them, there are several sons with more stable demeanors, one of whom is very familiar, Zhuo Zangfeng thought for a long time, these people have also participated in the Qingyun List Yuan Qi test, it seems that they are also Qingyun List candidates.

The men seemed to recognize him, too, and kept looking this way, occasionally whispering.

There is a rockery behind the pavilion, which is full of flowers and trees, and the breeze rises, the pond water gently ripples, and the fragrance of flowers is also strong.

A golden bell rang, and a girl in a crimson shirt and long skirt came fluttering.

Zhuo Zangfeng saw that she was about fifteen or sixteen years old, her eyes and eyebrows were exquisite, elegant and moving, the hem of her long skirt was dragging the floor, a blue ribbon was tied around her waist, and her little white hand held a gorgeous sword, and the big red sword spike fluttered in the wind.

She came to the pavilion and saluted everyone, her voice coquettish.

"Little girl Xiaoxiao, thank you for your support, now replace wine with tea, please forgive me for being late!"

As soon as the words fell, the two girls brought tea, Xiaoxiao took it in her hand, raised her glass, and then drank it all.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at another maid and took the sword for her, the scabbard of the sword was inlaid with gems, there seemed to be nothing peculiar, thinking that the scabbard was just an ordinary sword.

Under the corridor on all sides, all the guests coaxed, some shouted, some whistled, and their expressions were indulgent, all urging Xiaoxiao girl to hurry up and dance the sword.

He Bikong watched the sword dance of the Tang Dynasty for the first time, but he was not bored, but watched it with relish.

The moment Lu Wuxian walked out of Xiaoxiao, his originally cold demeanor suddenly looked extremely depressed. His face changed to a miserable color.

Xiaoxiao had a moving smile on her face, and seeing that everyone's mood was high, she took the sword from the maid's hand, and then greeted everyone again with Jianghu etiquette.

The two maids stepped back, she stood in the center of the polished white marble stage, her chest rose and fell slightly, and after taking a deep breath, her hands parted, and the bright sword opened in her hand.

Everyone applauded, Xiaoxiao was calm, the sword drew an arc in the air, her long sleeves fluttered, and her figure had already leaped into the arc full of sword qi.

He Bikong nodded slightly, thinking: "The Tang dance is mixed with swordsmanship, which can be regarded as unique, and the woman in front of her is not very old, but her steps are smart, and she dances the sword like exhalation, and she is obviously a master of swordsmanship." ”

It's just that the great swordsman is puzzled - why did such a woman fall into the dust?

Zhuo Zangfeng also discovered many mysteries of kendo in Xiaoxiao Lingfeng's sword dancing and flowing sword momentum. Although it is only a few superficial opinions, it is far above the ordinary martial arts.

Xiaoxiao's sword is like flying, sometimes volleying and stabbing in the air, sometimes landing and spinning.

The shiny long sword was even more varied in her hands, coupled with the flying red dress, silky black hair, soft waist, and straight chest, which made those playboys stunned and scattered.

He Bikong glanced sideways at Zhuo Zangfeng, saw that he couldn't take his eyes off him, smiled slightly, and thought: "The lust of young people is really their nature!"

At this time, Xiaoxiao's feet suddenly slammed, and a melodious golden bell scattered in all directions.

It turned out that she had bells tied to her ankles, dancing with her graceful steps, and from time to time emitting a clear metallic sound.

There was constant applause on the pool, and some people actually squirmed in their seats to the rhythm of the bell.

Maybe at that moment, they were all intoxicated with dreams, and they were all thinking about the beautiful Xiaoxiao girl in front of them, dancing alone for them.

Xiaoxiao landed in the center of the small pavilion, holding a sword in her right hand, and the left and right ** rotated. The crimson flock danced like an umbrella, like a peacock with the screen open, beautiful.

Suddenly, the golden bell sounded, and there was a faint trend of wind and clouds, thunder and lightning.

Everyone applauded even more, and Xiaoxiao suddenly threw the long sword into the air. Her head was covered by a canopy, and the sword fell when Kankan met the top. Xiaoxiao stood steadily, lifted the scabbard lightly, and the sword slid into the scabbard with a thud. (To be continued.) )